With. Stand.
I see grass and trees: tall, solitary things that can pull themselves back upright after being trampled, or hold their ground in raging floods and gale-force winds. Beaten dogs who still wag their tails and premature babies whose thumbprint hearts beat strong and steady. Withstand. With. Stand. You are with Stand. Suddenly, not so isolated, […]
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